The recompense of war

Written by: Mathias Yakubu

The streets are empty
the birds stop singing
the children are not playing
the people look wan and scanty

the brooks are dry and frusty
the water taste blood and fretting
the air smells dreading
the seeds of terror grows plenty

war has unleashed her good
her gifts are hunger,poverty and disease
devastation and dead as it stood

no telling when the sun will rise again
when this is over there is a course to ask 
who win, who again